"I'm glad it's not serious and you're okay. I need to leave for awhile, I won't be gone long. Get some more rest if you can."

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When she woke, Todd was sitting at the side of her bed telling her that a bus en-route to the boat docks would be arriving at the inn within the half hour.

"I think it would be best for you to go back to Boston and for me to stay here. I have some time off and could use a vacation."

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As she got on the bus, Todd kissed her on the forehead saying, "Sorry it didn't work out. Feel better. I'll see you next week at the cafe. We'll go to a movie after breakfast, get out of this heat-wave."

Now with no worries, three aspirin and a cold pack on her head, she felt better and better, as the bus made its way back to Boston.

She spoke into her hand recorder she used as a diary.

"Life is good. I'm not, "With child," as granny would say.

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Waiting for the Red-Line to Harvard Square, once again she recorded her feelings.

"It's been the greatest day I've had in years . . . and I've still got tonight and all day tomorrow to re-coop from this hang-over . . . ."

Now she never needed to run away again.

Her life in one day had become a super highway leading anywhere she wanted.

Free, free at last. From her awful home life, the convent, Jack Steeple, and Doc.

All the residues of hatred she'd felt were washed away and there was nothing left but love and gratitude towards all.

Blessing past predicaments to her growth, she asked her maker to forgive the parts she played, should any forgiveness be needed.

Then she let them all go, one person at time. Released them to their greater good.

It was a good feeling and she hoped it would last. If not at least she knew it was possible.

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A few days later at midnight before the usual bar crowd came in, a well dressed, man showed up at the cafe.

Normally she did not go for men prettier than she was, but this one was downright mesmerizing. Unbelievably drop dead gorgeous.

He had no trouble catching Angel's eye.

When he saw her looking his way, he motioned for her to come over to where he stood by the cash register.

Not a word did he speak. He wrote on a legal pad that he wanted to be seated in her section. At the bottom he drew a smiley face and signed it, "Dick".

After reading the menu, he wrote his order out and handed it to her. When she brought his bill, he again wrote her a note.

"Thanks for being so helpful . . . would you ever consider going out on a date with a deaf man? Don't answer me now. Think about it, I'll be back tomorow night . . . ."

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That night Dick returned to his home and crawled into bed. In the next room was his wife who had told him the month before, she wanted a divorce.

For practical reasons, they planed to continue sleeping under the same roof and sharing the bills.

They didn't have to worry about a sex life because there wasn't any. Hadn't been for several years.

Not being able to sleep. He went downstairs and sank into his big brown leather Rip Van Winkle chair.

Putting his feet upon the matching ottoman, he closed his eyes and thought of Angel, what it would be like to place his hand on her round behind and shove one knee between hers.

He could almost hear her groan, her telling him, how much she needed him.

Concentrating on his growing erection, his hand turned his desire for her into raw animal lust.

Placing wet fingers against his neck, they became her kisses working their way down his torso, teasing him unmercifully.

Taking his stiff rod from the fly on his satin pajamas, he imagined she could see him, wanted to touch the satin, see how it felt, have an excuse to ravage him.

"Do it, keep doing it, keep doing it, never stop . . . " he heard her say in the movie that played in his head.

He thought he could feel her now, her silky skin, her soft belly, her tongue teasing him driving him wild.

Bearing down on his erection with a moan and groan she breathlessly moaned.

"I love you to fuck me like this, make me cum . . . ."

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Picturing her as he saw her at the cafe, he fought the urge to mentally raise her skirt, take down her panties and have sex in the very booth she had served him in.

If he allowed himself to visualize that, it would be over, he would surely cum and cum hard.

The thought of it was to much, to intense.

Nevertheless, he kept letting his mind wander and take a peak . . . seeing a customer walking in the cafe . . . watching him, while he satisfied lust's call.

The vision of it all added poignant pain to his already too sweet pleasure.

Switching channels in his mind, he let himself see her home coming with him, in his den, his beloved chair.

It was so right for the two of them together. He kissed the hollow of her throat, her breasts and the sweet nipples that adorned them.

Looking deep into her eyes he opened his mouth and let his tongue taste them, feed upon them like baby in his arms.

She moaned and arched her back as she watched him through watery eyes heavy with lust and longing.

Exploring her flesh, he visualized her tormenting him and his stroking increased.

Hearing footsteps intruding his space, he looked up and saw his wife looking down.

She was standing over him with a smirk on her face signing,

"Dick, what are you doing!"

What the hell did she think he was doing. She had deprived him of sex for the past two years. "What do you think?" he signed back, "do my needs surprise you?"

Had he stood up to confront her, escort her out of his den, a painful problem between his legs would have become apparent.

His hard-on had a mind of its own and would tent his robe--humiliate him more than he already was.

The idea of that woman seeing him needy was more than he could take.

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Giving him a dirty look, she left on her own, slamming the door so hard it shook the windows.

Grateful she was gone, he slowly began stroking himself again, until his manhood demanded release.

He let his mind wander back to the cafe where he first smelled her, saw her up close--her pretty face, her curvy body-- standing there so innocently, tempting him like no other woman ever had.

He knew he had to have her and right then.

Straddling him, is how he saw her, in his chair, facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust as he entered her mound of sweet heavenly bliss.

Rolling off the chair on to the floor, he grabbed his long body pillow, pretending it was her.

Up on his knees, he lowered himself and shoved his hard cock into her body, over and over again.

"Yes, Oh yes," he heard her whisper as she thrust back and forth with him.

Around his thick shaft, his hand became a powerful vagina --one that belonged to Angel-- contracting and releasing its muscles as he drove into it, pulling out, driving in, pulling out, driving in, over and over again.

She met him thrust for thrust as his hand worked fast and furious until finally, a pounding climax began to rip through his entire body.

With a final thrust he erupted and his hot white liquid gold gushed all over his favorite chair he loved so much.

Spent and exhausted but happy, he sat there rubbing his cum into its leather tenderly, as if it were physical evidence of her, a part of her he could keep, forever.

Curling up on the sofa, he held the body pillow as if it were her, the sweet Angel he'd watched from afar for weeks with his telescope.